#raven001

[shamelessmage]

@notsoevilprincess

Sonya had been minding her own business in the park so far today. Pretty good, considering she was, well, her. It was nice to just sit around and not do something every now and then. Especially on nice mornings like this.

That’s when she noticed the other girl. It was brief, for a moment she wasn’t entirely sure- no rather she hoped she was wrong. She was young, younger than Sonya- younger than Sonya’s sister’s. But she gave off the same feeling, the aura.

A witch.

But, that wasn’t possible, was it? Duma was dead. They had killed him. Who would possibly sacrifice such a young child’s soul- No. She was getting ahead of herself. This was a city of numerous possibilities and contradictions. She calmed herself. She would need to confirm though, just in case.

Sonya approached the young girl, happily, smiling. She hoped that this girl didn’t have the same affliction as her sister’s had. “Hey, sorry for bothering you but I couldn’t help but notice. . . Are you a magic user? You give off a familiar vibe.”

[kalliawexler-blog]

LOCATION: med bay DATE & TIME: August 28th, 2178, late STATUS: unavailable ( @ravenayres ) 

These blinking lights of the med bay are almost intrusive; close your eyes and they are sure to have imprinted behind your eyelids with an all too familiar glow. She never liked this room - it reminded her too much of what once was, her own exhausted frame held upright by ample wires as if they were her own marionette strings. When she had cut them from her, freed herself from such web, she had vowed to never return to something so bright white and sterile. Though she had declared it as an oath, she is here now; surveying one another as if their insides are not made from bone and muscle. She may care little for each individual, her desire to protect another does not exist for the many, but her role aboard the ship dictates she shall at least pretend.

One of the last port of calls is small in stature - much like herself - with an iron liver and a heart far larger than she shall admit. Kallia pauses before proceeding, recalls the moments in which her form had shielded those as her own grew weak. She had once believed bravery only existed in those who could wield a weapon, yet, here she stood, in the face of one who expressed dauntless courage with no weapon to bear.

“At least the Benefactor didn’t go and get the only likable medic on the ship killed,” she squashes the silence, keeps a distance between them. “For future reference, blue isn’t your colour.”

[enragier1]

#justlittlehobothings ❮Raven❯

"Hey." Calling out anyone by throwing a plastic bag full of junk food on their way was not the most appropriate thing to do. Unfortunately, Guts still went through that route instead to demand the veteran's attention when he returned to their usual meeting place. 

"I gotta ask something important so...pick whatever ya' want." A small treat in exchange of advice, supposedly this man knew better than him and it was about time to prove it. So long as he acted casual about it, nerves wouldn't devour his normal composure.

"This might take a big chunk of your time ...not like you're any busy."